“Okay, I’m coming,” I groaned, already feeling myself blushing.
“Hmm… I haven’t even started to work my phone sex skills on you, yet you’re coming,” he mocked me.
“Jeez, you’re impossible. Will you stop it?” I giggled, couldn’t help myself when he was like that.
“I’ll see you soon, Melody,” he said and I could sense his amused smile through his voice.
I ended the call with a big goofy smile on my face. It was like I was back in high school and my crush invited me to the dance. I knew this was ridiculous since we had already gotten down and dirty, but to be honest, that fact was making this harder for me… desiring that same pleasure he gave me.
I hit my head on my pillow, groaning to stop myself thinking these thoughts.
“Becca!” I called out a few times, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.
“Yep? Where are you?” I heard her say.
“Bathroom,” I called out from the shower, noticing she opened the bathroom door.
“Why are you calling me when you’re in the shower? Want me to join in?” she joked.
Rolling my eyes, I poked my head through the shower curtain, “No. I want your help. I need to go out for work and I don’t have so much time. Can you choose my clothes for me?”
“Where are you going, a meeting? What kind of outfit you need?”
“Something comfy. We’re working at his house,” I blurted.
“At his house? Your boss?” she asked. Her voice was calculating and I knew she wouldn’t let this go.
“Yeah,” I said, nonchalant.
“How old is your boss, Mel?”
“He’s twenty-nine. Can we stop with the twenty questions now? I don’t have time,” I groaned, hoping she would let it go.
“This conversation isn’t over, Melody Crown,” she said before leaving the bathroom.
After five minutes, I got out of the shower and pampered myself with body lotions. I ignored the fact that I was more meticulous about my daily routine. When I was back in my room Becca’s choice of clothes were on my bed –my best fitted jeans, a see-through cream shirt, and a maroon colored jumper. She even chose my underwear –maroon lace bra and thong. Shaking my head I started putting on her choices. She could have chosen so much worse than a thong and see-through shirt, I couldn’t complain.
Taking my grey coat and wearing my boots, I was ready to go out. Becca was nowhere to be seen so I yelled before closing the door behind me, “Thanks, Becca!”
In front of the building there was a car waiting with his driver leaning against the hood. He was holding a paper with “Miss Crown” written on it, like we were at an airport.
“Miss Crown?” he asked when I walked toward him.
“Yeah,” I said, confused.
“Mr. Hawke sent me to fetch you, Miss Crown. I’m Fernando,” he said.
Kellan didn’t tell me anything about a driver so I decided to call him first. I watched enough movies to not jump into car without being sure.
“Did you send me a car?” I asked the moment he answered the phone.
“Yeah. Fernando was waiting in front of your building since I called you,” Kellan answered.
“Oh, okay… thank you, but there was no need.”
“You don’t have a car. Of course it was needed. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, Kellan. I’m coming,” I answered, smiling as I rolled my eyes and ended the call before he could answer.